I love to photograph patterns and textures, like stones in the river or rust on the side of an old barrel, or the undulating lines of a newly constructed stone wall. I find these types of photos soothing to look at and sometimes, as in the case of the rust photo, I can use them to add texture to another photo.
Then I spied my woodpile on the backporch and I thought it be interesting, all those nondescript logs stacked up like that.
Hold the phone. Nondescript? I took a closer look at this woodpile.
By Jiminy, was that a face grinning back at me? Not just any face, either. A creepy clown face with a big, toothy grin.
Who else but a dentist would have a creepy, clown-face, toothy-grinned log in his woodpile?